The Not-So-Suicidal Jumper

Chapter 9- Another guy

The not-so-suicidal Jumper || Chapter 9- Another guy

--Maddy's POV--

It had been a couple of hours since I had left the treehouse, and now I was terribly regretting saying my mind at the girls funeral. I have no where to go.

I looked ahead and spotted the town, and a few police were walking around, every single one of them checking a sheet of paper and looking back up to scan through a heap of girls. It doesn't take a genius to figure out they were looking for me.

I kept low and hidden and trotted behind the town, swiftly dodging rubbish and litter that flew past from the wind. It was obvious this wasn't a very neat place.

My phone went off and since it wasn't on silent, I quickly grabbed it and answered, holding it to my ear.

"Yes?"

"I HEARD ABOUT WHAT YOU DID! YOUR A LITTLE SHIT AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FIND YOU! THOSE COPS ARE ALREADY FAILING BUT I WILL NOT!"

The line went dead and I thumped down against my horse. My father found out.

I don't expect him to be able to find me, or even track my phone, but just in case I pulled out the SIM card, crushed it, and threw my phone against the back of a brick wall. It shattered into many pieces.

I picked the phone up and placed it in my bag. It's important not to leave it behind otherwise the police could find it and scan for fingerprints, then my whereabouts would be discovered.

We kept going along a small hidden stone path for an hour until I reached this little cottage house. It had no electricity but it was obvious people lived there.

I decided to knock for many reasons. One, because if there is no power, no tv, which means no way of knowing who I am.

Two, they have horse stables, which is perfect in my case.

Three, the house is hidden quite well.

Four, I really need somewhere to stay.

"Hello?" A croaky voice said, and the door swung open to an old woman.

"Hi, my names Maddy. I'm not from around here and I have no where to stay." I smiled and the ladies face lit up as she eyed my pets.

"It would be a pleasure for you to stay, your animals are quite lovely!" She exclaimed, petting Cheddar cautiously.

"Bring them this way."

I followed the woman into the stables, where three other horses were held.

"I've got to warn you, I have my daughters children with me, they are wonderfully mannered though."

We left the horses and walked to the backyard, where we put Dora, Keaton and Tango down. I was allowed to bring Frankie inside.

"My grandchildren's names are Emmalee and Jack. Em is a very friendly, welcoming girl, who will be very glad to have another girl around her age to talk to. Jack is slightly less appealing, but he still knows what's right and wrong," the lady nodded at me, and then frowned.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear, I didn't introduce myself." She chuckled slowly. "My names Mary-Anne."

"Thank you so much for letting me stay," I said and she shrugged.

"It's no big deal."

We walked inside and turned our attention to the teenagers sitting on the couch.

The girl, who I assume is Emmalee, has dark dirty blonde hair and hazel-blue eyes. She was busy painting her nails purple.

The boy, who is probably Jack, has dark brown hair with blonde tips- which actually look surprisingly good- and chocolate brown eyes. He was reading a book, which is usually strange for a guy his age, but they have no internet so I guess that's why.